We exist independent of others, but we also exist in the memories of others.
When the neurons fire up and thoughts of me appear in the brains of you, I am momentarily alive and present, wherever I may physically be, even it be six feet under.
I would hope those thoughts are warm and cuddly, otherwise my existence in your head would be a futile one.
In Johny Thunder’s album, “So Alone” there’s a sad song titled, “You Can’t Put Your Arms Around a Memory” — but I think you can.
Lives are brief, but memories are longer. When I’m dead, no “goodbyes” please; just good memories.